anwhile.
In the Jinli Villa, on the balcony.
Shen Yanhe’s pale face looked listless as she lay on a soft lounge chair basking in the sun, her brows tightly knit, her hand on her lower abdon, enduring the sharp pain that ca in waves.
No wonder she was in such a bad mood yesterday, it turned out her period had co.
Usually, she would be uncomfortable during her period, but never in as much pain as this ti, making her feel like banging her head against a wall.
The sound of a wheelchair approached, and a warm object was stuffed into her arms, pressed against her slightly cold lower abdon.
Shen Yanhe touched it and found it was a fuzzy hot water bottle.
Her slightly moist cat-like eyes blinked as she looked up at the person: "Yanhe."
"The doctor is on the way, are you still feeling bad?" Fu Yanhe’s brows were tightly furrowed, and his long, strong hands gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Calling the doctor is useless." Shen Yanhe held the hot water bottle against her abdon, its warmth dispelling the chill in her body.
Her brows relaxed a bit, her eyes half-closed, she said nonchalantly, "It’s always like this during my period, I’m used to it."
Her voice was very light, but when it fell on Fu Yanhe’s heart, it stung slightly.
He closed his eyes montarily, then picked up the brown sugar and ginger tea he had just brought, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to her lips, "Drink this, it will make you feel better."
Shen Yanhe obediently opened her mouth and drank.
The brown sugar and ginger tea quickly took effect, completely driving away the chill in her limbs, making her feel much more comfortable.
As she drank, Shen Yanhe stared at Fu Yanhe sowhat dazedly.
Suddenly, she felt like this mont was a beautiful dream that she didn’t want to wake up from.
This was the first ti, apart from her grandma, that soone cared for her, held her dear, allowing her to lean on them with ease.
This person, wholeheartedly liked her.
Fu Yanhe noticed her gaze resting on him and looked up at her, his brow creasing even more, "What’s wrong? Does it hurt a lot?"
Shen Yanhe blinked, banishing the moisture in her eyes, and shook her head, "It doesn’t hurt much anymore."
She sat up a bit more, crossed her legs on the chair, and beckoned him over, "Co a little closer."
Fu Yanhe placed the empty bowl on the small tea table and obediently wheeled closer to her.
The next second, he saw her lean towards him, her weight on his shoulder.
With her head lowered and eyes closed, her long, curved eyelashes trembling slightly, she kissed him tenderly.
Her mouth still tasted of the sweet brown sugar and ginger tea, tempting Fu Yanhe to wrap his arms around her waist involuntarily, pulling her onto his lap to sit, and slowly deepening the kiss.
At first, it was Shen Yanhe who was assertive,
but then she was utterly defeated, helplessly soft, her lips parting to let Fu Yanhe conquer her fully.
After a long while.
Fu Yanhe restrained himself and released her; he closed his eyes slightly, kissed her smooth forehead, and his lips gently stroked her sensitive earlobe, his voice a bit hoarse, "Yanyan, can I change my role now?"
"I don’t want to be your suitor anymore."
Shen Yanhe’s pale cheeks flushed, her breathing quickened slightly. She leaned into Fu Yanhe’s embrace, her lips slightly parted, ready to speak, when the sudden ringing of her cell phone interrupted her.
A look of displeasure flashed in Fu Yanhe’s eyes, but he still picked up the phone from the tea table and handed it to her.
When he saw the na "Hang Mushan" on the screen, his gaze flickered, "Yanyan, it’s Hang Mushan, should I answer?"
Shen Yanhe pressed her lips, which had gone a bit numb from his kiss, and reached out her hand, "Yes, give it to ."
Hang Mushan usually contacted her via WeChat.
If he was suddenly calling her, it must be sothing urgent.
As soon as Shen Yanhe answered the phone, Hang Mushan’s anxious voice ca through, "Boss, the old gentleman has had an attack, and things aren’t looking good. Can you co over and save his life?"
The old man he was referring to was Yan Yi’s grandfather.
Previously, as the experint with the C02 agent entered a new phase, Shen Yanhe was unable to get away. After checking with Hang Mushan and learning that the old man’s condition was relatively stable, she postponed their eting from half a month to one month.
She had planned to contact Hang Mushan tomorrow to set a ti to examine the old man.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly fell ill.
Shen Yanhe’s eyes darkened, "Send the address, I’ll be right there."
Hang Mushan: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Yanhe slid out of Fu Yanhe’s embrace and looked at him, "Yanhe, I..."
"I heard," Fu Yanhe said calmly, his gaze gentle, "I’ll have Wu Fang drive you there; once the patient is out of danger, we’ll pick you up."
He was worried about Shen Yanhe’s health, not wanting her to endure pain to treat soone else.
But he also respected Shen Yanhe’s decision and wouldn’t forcefully restrain her.
Shen Yanhe blinked, stepped forward, and left a kiss on his forehead before going to change her clothes.
Fu Yanhe called to instruct Wu Fang to prepare the car and bodyguards for the journey.
Ten minutes later.
Shen Yanhe got into the car, Wu Fang started the vehicle, and they sped towards the address Hang Mushan had sent.
Fu Yanhe watched the car disappear from the balcony, his gaze deep and unsearchable.
After sitting for a while, he turned and went to the specially built training room in the villa to continue his rehabilitation training.
Soon.
Before long, he would be able to walk like a normal person, always able to stay by her side, without worrying that his legs would hold her back anymore.
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Xianya Residence.
Xianya Residence was an estate constructed specifically by the Yan Family for the old Mr. Yan to recover in peace.
The estate had every facility imaginable, even a top-tier dical team, and had a specially constructed sickroom.
At that mont, the dical team was busily administering ergency treatnt to old Mr. Yan in the sickroom.
Outside the sickroom, the Yan Family mbers crowded, so having rushed there from their companies, others from banquets or tea parties, each dressed very fashionably.
A middle-aged man, bearing a slight resemblance to Yan Yi, asked a young man in a suit in a low voice, "Yan Yao, how is grandfather right now?"
Yan Yao spoke gravely, "The doctor said the situation isn’t good, and advised us to prepare for the worst."
"But I’ve managed to bring in the dean of Hai City’s First People’s Hospital. He’s extrely skilled in cardiopulmonary surgery; with him here, grandfather still has a chance."
Yan Yangwen breathed a sigh of relief, patting Yan Yao’s shoulder with satisfaction, "Yan Yao, thank goodness for you. You surely give less worry than so," he said.
As he spoke, Yan Yangwen shot a glance toward Yan Yi, who stood emotionlessly at the doorway dressed in casual black attire. Snorting in disgruntlent at Yan Yi’s apparent indifference, he added.
Yan Yao, with a trace of helplessness: "Dad, don’t talk like that about my younger brother. He’s also very worried about grandpa."
"Worried my ass! When I had soone call him, he was still ssing around in a bar with others! When will he be as sensible as you, to give so peace of mind!" Yan Yangwen huffed coldly, glaring at Yan Yi as he spoke.
Yan Yi showed no expression, offering no reaction to the words, his gaze firmly fixed on the doorway.
This only served to make Yan Yangwen angrier, leading Yan Yao to softly comfort him, while casting a covert glance at Yan Yi, the corners of his mouth curving in a secretive arc.
The longer the resuscitation took, the heavier the atmosphere outside beca.
Just then, Hang Mushan, who had finished calling Shen Yanhe, rushed in, a hint of a smile in his eyes, "Yan Yi, I’ve contacted the big shot! She said she’s on her way!"
Yan Yi’s brow relaxed slightly as he expressed his gratitude, "Thank you."
Yan Yangwen’s brows furrowed tightly, looking at Yan Yi with dissatisfaction, he said sternly, "Your grandfather is hanging by a thread and yet you still have the nerve to call upon your worthless friends?"
"Yan Yi! Are you worthy of your grandfather’s love for you?!"
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